Godzilla Nes Creepypasta Red Novels & Stories

“Listen, Nya, do you want to see what’s become of the so-called sacrifices or not?” An image of Gavin’s smiling face came to mind, one from before the Dragon Moon where he was claimed by this monster. She narrowed her eyes at him. Nya Gould wasn’t easily frightened. While it crossed her mind she might be crossing into a lair filled with angry, hungry dragons, something about Slate’s mannerisms made her trust him. Of course, that could just be how he tricked his prey into becoming his dinner.

Boris answered and continued. "We supernatural beings don't have the numbers to take over the human world, even though we can turn humans into werewolves through bite or other unconventional means, it still doesn't mean they will follow our agenda and it's dangerous, Humans are never really to be trusted." He said those words like he had experienced anguish from them before. About half the class had enigmatic expressions on their faces and he sighed tiredly.

got blurry and bright spots lightened before her eyes as she felt the incredible power of the creature solely through his cock. She realized how insignificant she was beneath the massive bulk of meat and muscles and how she was completely at his mercy. For some reason, Mildred found this incredibly exciting and she tried to stay still, waiting for his next move. Maya and Anais saw the large creature walk slowly over Mildred and then they heard a scream. Maya thought that the monster had stepped on her but Anais had a better idea of what was going on. "Gods have mercy! He is going to crush her!" Maya said with anxiousness. "I don't think so, my Princess. I can't see very well from this angle

No one mentioned the part where we’ve got a horde of giant Ogres raining death axes on us like a violent storm. Moon goddess, I don’t want this kind of fate! Welma makes a high jump, swooshing us through the heavy air. We’re darting so high up when my peripheral latches onto something. A pair of extremely large eyes with blood-red pupils is frightening hooking gazes with me in this dreadful pause. A massive face grotesquely crumpled and darkened like charcoal, crinkling black skin that runs up to a bald head, and lengthy thin lips unscrewing to bring- Oh no!

As I stepped through the portal, boots on, I thought of Daemon to be transported to his book. When I came out the other side, I instantly realized something had gone wrong. Even though I hadn’t visited Daemon’s world, I knew it was set in the human realm. The blood-red sky I was under was clearly not a feature of the human world. I lifted my right jacket sleeve, showing a thin metal bracelet engraved with “fuck off,” and then tapped on the word fuck, which caused a holographic keyboard to appear. As I questioned the reason for my portal’s destination, when I was trying to go to Daemon’s book, I typed in “book, blood-red, and sky” intending to reach Daemon’s book. I didn’t remember Auth havin

This was the punishment. At some point, green smoke crept in without warning. The temp plummeted. I shivered, and he slipped off his cloak, wrapping it around me. "Don't be afraid," he murmured. Afraid? Not even close. My perception glitch had me kind of... hyped. "They're back!" Mia yelled. "Grandpa and Grandma are back!" The door creaked open. Two shriveled elders shuffled in. Chat Feed went wild: [It's them. The revenants. Nobody survives past this.]

I felt the fear in his voice as a cold knot in my own stomach. "There are shapes moving in the walls. They look like... oh, Goddess." "What?" Neoma cried. Bile rose in her throat. Her hands were losing sensation, a tingling numbness spreading through her fingers. "What is it?" "The failed ones," Guller said. His voice was trembling—a high-frequency vibration of pure biological horror. "Nergal didn't bury his mistakes. He kept them." A scream tore through the earpiece. It wasn't a battle cry. It was a sound of pure, unadulterated pain. It was a high-pitched, rhythmic shrieking that ended in a wet, choking gasp.

​The rise of the Red Moon; The "Blood-Gate", did not bring light to Neo-Tokyo. It brought a thick, coppery fog that tasted of ancient rust and dying stars. As the red crescent emerged from the Pacific, the "Zero-Variable" in Leo Vane’s veins didn't just hum; it screamed. It was a frequency of pure, unfiltered predatory instinct, a call from something that predated the "Wild Code" by eons.

Its body was a shifting, fluid mass of liquid fire and grinding tectonic rock, completely devoid of eyes or a mouth. It didn't roar. It vibrated. A horrific, dissonant screech of grinding stone that ripped through the air, completely separate from the steady, rhythmic pulse of our tether. The people in the plaza screamed, a massive, localized wave of pure terror crashing into Valerius’s grid. I didn't step back. I unclasped my heavy black duster, letting it fall to the burning cobblestones. Elias, I transmitted, my psychic voice cold as ice as the Magma-Beast pulled its massive, molten torso out of the crater, rearing up thirty feet into the twilight sky. Tell Cord to forge weapons. Not tuni

The thought of her passing through that street where the street light kept tripping on and off really gave her goosebumps and she decided to run past that area whenever she gets there. She finally got to that spot where the street light kept tripping off and on and the dogs kept barking aggressively. She was about running past that area until she saw something that looked like a human being but with a red glowing eyes. She thought she was just seeing things and by the time the street light tripped off and on, the person was no where to be found again and she concluded that she was just seeing things. She was about to sprint pass that area when the same person suddenly reappeared again and s